Best Refilled Poems

Last winter, I refilled my blackened quill with
a dose of your sensual sonnets,
allowing your soothing voice to be the maestro
of moaning moonlight,
reawakening a cathartic infatuation.
Drunk on symphonies that you’ve orchestrated,
a throbbing thirst instills
tantalizing tercets into my trembling veins.

I submissively let every ounce of my skin
be...

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trijan refrain 

The heart half full means something’s wrong -
the Spirit’s oil runs low.
When emptied, broken, we are strong
refilled, and ready so -
God’s strength can fix a heart gone dull
our selfish contents He can cull.
       God’s strength restores
 ...

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There was a time.

There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest

A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes

When the world seemed to be against you
Yet, still,
Your blunt eloquence welcomed me home

Then, your “rainbow”…
…shat
     ...

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They call me Brave Heart
Not because of my courage but because it is my last name
And not because I "like" Mel Gibson that much but because it is 
how I was raised.
Half black and native girl raised on the Reservation
With the beautiful people of The...

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If ever I had two hours with you… or three,
the vacancy of this night and lulled
shores would be refilled with the gushing
of frosted air on our reveries past;
the multitude of amiable stars bestowing
a hush of surrender... raged midnights ending
into fresh  mornings backed by our
theme...

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RAINDROPS OF IMMORTALITY

Smiles were stolen from me long time ago
Days gone gray as storms rush to play: my...
They drain. Fervently, I called to the Heavens 
but it seems no one there. No one there!

I lullaby with the whine of gushing winds,
hoping they are kind enough...

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She slipped into the single’s club, 
where an assortment 
of horny guys and lonely hearts had assembled. 
Some were there hoping to find that "special" someone 
and some had come to chase away the blues,
 tinkling ice in cocktail glasses soon to be refilled. ...

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[Songs Inspired two line haiku
The first line is the name of a song]
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[Foreigner]
waiting for a girl like you -
the wild flower by the gate
			 
[Phil Collins]
another day...

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if ever i had two hours with you… or three,
the vacancy of this quaint café and barren
shores would be refilled with the pouring
of pink- frosted air on our  glass-window’s past;
the multitude of disheveled suns ripping
arms of surrender; raged midnights ending
into carmine mornings; swallowed ...

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"The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work instead of...

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He walked along the barbs of life
Slowly what had filled him 
Drained away
Seeped out upon the ground
Hollowed him
Dried him out
Turned his heart to dust

He looked the same
The shell remained
The carefully manicured facade
Then came the winds
The winds of change
Blowing him away
Or possibly towards
His reconstitution

Hollow man
Refilled
Redefined
Heart pumping...

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I fear one day I'll have nothing to say
The pen that I hold it has no more ink
The well spring of ideas drained away

My lips will be parched I will long to drink
A blank page before me eyes filled with tears
The pen that I hold...

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Waiting in the Maybe                       For My Aunt,  Billie Marie Zal

Maybe I Am
singing Singing a tune.

Maybe I Am
Somewhere singing like a loon.

Maybe I...

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Everyone has to stand
Either side of the belt
In two big lines.
Line managers fill
Reserve boxes full of nuts.
Then comes the chocolate.
A column of chocolate.
We have to stand and
Watch out for the frays in the belt.
We must stay in our lines
And trust the boxes have been refilled
With...

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I went into the greenhouse to water the plants and flowers
It is my little haven I could stay there for hours and hours
The watering can was heavy with the precious rain
It has been very sunny so I was watering the plants again.

I watered the beans...

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